Somewhere Between Rise and Set.

You awaken one morning in front of the horizon,
as the Almighty Sky grants you the pose of one question.

"How's it going up there?"

"Why son of the Earth how can you not see? This is disarray. I cannot make up my mind whether I prefer the night, or the day. And I fear that in such play I have caused our giants of light to flicker out of sight in mere seconds. But I guess this is how it will always be. Don't you see, don't you see?"

"What are you trying to tell me? Amazing is all you say. I see nothing but the most awing wonders of every which way. And this is how I wish it will always be. But you can't see? You will come to see;"

"You're nothing but a big old beauty."